More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Right here!” Biana shouted. The air shimmered in front of them, and Biana seemed to appear out of nowhere. She twirled, making her pale pink gown flare before she disappeared again, like a ghostly ballerina.
“Ugh, they’ve been at it all day,” Fitz grumbled. “It’s been hours of ‘Look—I’m invisible. Now I’m not! Now I am!’”
“Like you were any less annoying with your ‘I can tell you what you’re thinking right now! And now! And now!’”
“Don’t get so cocky, Mr. ‘I keep laughing and crying at the same tim...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
The only thing she could think to sing was a cheesy song her sister used to torment her with: a single verse repeated over and over, about how the song never actually ended.
“Hey,” Edaline said, tucking Sophie’s hair behind her ear. “Sometimes I think you’re the oldest thirteen-year-old I’ve ever met. You shouldn’t have a worry crease between your brows.” She traced her finger along a line in Sophie’s forehead, her soft touch making Sophie relax. “You should be thinking about what dress to wear or how you’re doing in your Foxfire sessions or which boy you like best.” “Edaline’s right,” Grady said, scooting his chair closer to them. “Though I’m not sure how I feel about that last one. Especially if it involves that Sencen boy.” Edaline elbowed him. “Sorry,” Grady
...more
“Uh, no offense, but if I’m going to brag about someone, I’ll brag about me. Or Foster. But usually me.”
“Please not red,” she whispered. “Anything but red.” Sophie counted the passing seconds as they both stared at her hands. After one hundred and twenty-nine she was pretty sure nothing was going to happen. But at one hundred and thirty, her skin glowed bright red.
THIS IS JUST A NORMAL day for you, isn’t it?” Keefe asked as they shivered outside the Sanctuary gates, waiting for Councillor Terik to meet them. “Go to school, find out you’re covered in a dangerous substance, melt off a few layers of skin, and then hail your besty the Councillor, tell him you’re ditching study hall to save the world, and he says, ‘Cool, I’ll come with you!’”
Keefe whistled. “I hate to say it, but that actually makes sense. Maybe that’s why Councillor Terik flipped when you told him. It sounded like he peed himself.” “Did it?” a deep voice asked as Councillor Terik glittered onto the path in front of them.
“Wow, you’re kind of evil, aren’t you?” Keefe asked. Councillor Terik laughed. “Once upon a time, I wasn’t all that different from you.” He winked as he turned to call to Jurek.
“Alden”: No reason to worry “Mallowmelt”: I found something good “Dame Alina”: I’m in trouble “Verminion”: Get out as fast as you can “Everblaze”: I’m going to use a brain push
She was tempted to ask if they were journeying with a hobbit to reclaim the Lonely Mountain.
“Hey,” Sophie said as she caught up with Marella in the Level Three atrium. The locker-lined quad was humongous, decorated with glittering crystal trees and a giant mastodon statue in the center. But it felt strangely small when Marella didn’t smile back at her. “You okay?” Sophie asked. “I couldn’t find you at orientation.” Marella said nothing as she licked the sensor to open her locker, waiting until she’d grabbed all her books before she mumbled, “I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.” “Why wouldn’t I?” “No reason.” Marella tossed the tiny braids she’d woven into her hair as she turned to
...more
YOU’RE LATE,” BRONTE INFORMED HER, and his gleeful smile made it clear he’d used the extra time to imagine all kinds of miserable punishments.
“Well, maybe things have changed since the dark ages,” Sophie mumbled, earning a snicker from Kenric. “The elves never had a dark ages,” Bronte snapped. “And I graduated long before the time period you’re referring to.”
The only thing she was desperate to do now was pelt Bronte with sparkly alicorn poop.
No—a giggle. She’d made Bronte giggle! He covered his mouth like he was just as shocked as her, but more laughter slipped through his fingers, until his face turned red and his whole body was shaking. “That’s amazing!” Kenric told her as Bronte dropped to his knees, laughing so hard he started to cry.
NEXT TIME YOU ALMOST KILL a Councillor,
“Did I never mention?” Kenric asked with a grin. “That’s why I was part of your original committee of three. They wanted an Empath to get a reading on who you were as a person, a Telepath to judge your capabilities, and Councillor Grumpypants because, well, he insisted.”
Grady, Edaline, Tiergan, Alden, and Sandor all seemed to be competing in some sort of Who Can Glare At Sophie The Longest contest.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. “You look . . . pretty awful.” “Gee, thanks.”
“I know.” She smiled at him then, but it was a sad smile. A broken smile. “I’m not going back with you,” she told him. “You don’t have a choice.” “Oh, there’s always a choice.”
Alden had insisted everyone stay within Everglen’s protective gates—even Dex, who looked extra nervous in the grand, glittering halls, regardless of how many ways Della tried to make him comfortable.
